Lydia stares after the tall, roguish figure with a disbelieving smile etched on her face. She shakes her head and sighs, returning to taking messages and directing incoming calls.
"...Hello?! Miss Cassidy, get me on the line with Adam Harkiss, Now!"
The voice on the other line causes the color to bleed from my face. I jump to my feet and run to the office door, knocking twice before entering, my cheeks flushed.
"Mr. Harkiss, Mr. Jackson's on the line," I glance at you before continuing, blushing darker. "He sounds upset, sir."
Adam Harkiss blanches, wiping a handkerchief under his receding hairline and nervously picking up the phone. A loud buzz, indicating shouting, emanates from the receiver. Harkiss winces and leans away from it, stuttering excuses every few moments. He gives me an impatient gesture, mouthing lunch to me and glancing at you.
Understanding, I open the door wide and gesture for you to precede me, glad to have been dismissed early.